Who is she?
Where is she going?
Who is she?
What has she done?
Who is she?
Where is she running?

She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.
She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.

She was last seen at the cafe
she had coffee and scones
The waitress said "I thought she was crying."
The police are still searching for fingerprints
on the checkered table cloth.

A small boy spotted her by the beach,
By this time she had the top of her car down
A green scarf was blowing from around her neck
Latin rhythms were blaring from the radio
Only the sound of her laughter can be heard

She pulled into a service station.
She checked out her face in the mirror
The blood above her left eye had dried
She heard a voice outside
In her haste, she left behind a red slicker raincoat

It was nighttime when she entered the city
the old mand at the toll bridge tried to stop her
By that time she was only sound in the distance
The giant that is the city swallowed her up.